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)~ Not to mention, there must still be something you are capable of, right? Even though the blood book building of sixty thousand people is still far away, don't you already have a card after a mere ten thousand likes? You can help by giving a little boost with a click, great house,
"You've chosen a hell of a job, the kind that's so difficult it's virtually a death sentence... Ulaga's disease is spreading,"
Could these souls be the ones you're supposed to straighten out, the very question that arises... trapped souls within a mechanical body, broadly understanding the White Fog?